As I Saw The Orient - Poem by Vera Sidhwa
All the leaves are green, in the month of May.
Passing through the crowds, I start to see the day.
I don't see any sorrow in the sunny skies, Orient tomorrow,
In all it's people's eyes.
Gazing at a temple, I stopped along the way, well I see all the people
Kneeling, and I begin to pray.
I don't see any sorrow, in all the sunny skies,
Orient is peaceful, I hear the people's cries,
Orient tomorrow, it's all in its children's eyes.
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